Haiku: ‘45

In the still of night, 

Shadows dance and play.

Soft moonlight fades,

As stars begin to sway. 

Silent whispers of 

Darkness start to fade;

As first light of dawn 

You've left me alone

But the world keeps on spinning

I am bleeding endlessly.

And I don’t know what to do.

I forget the color of your eyes

And the smell of your mountain breath.

I dream of him less than I used to – 

But our story always starts the same. 

I am small, and his oil-stained hands hold me like the Red Clover, 

So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go.